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There's a pilot light behind my ribs

Somebody left it on

It started as a thought, a name

Now it's acid on the walls

I feed it ice and lukewarm showers

It swallows them and grows

Scratch it, hide it, name it, starve it

Milk and chalk and counting sheep

Nothing pill-shaped ever fits it

But I don't stop, I don't sleep

I need proton pump inhibitors (need them, need them)

Pro-pro-proton pump (inhibitors)

Something clinical for something (something)

That burns lower than my heart (than my heart)

And it won't go out

Burn-burn-burn, burn (don't scratch)

Scratch-scratch-scratch, scratch (don't touch)

Fluorescent aisle at midnight

I read leaflets like horoscopes

The lady in white asks nothing

God bless her little coat

One at dawn, empty stomach

But I'm never empty, I'm full of you

Scratch it, hide it, name it, starve it

Milk and chalk and counting sheep

Nothing pill-shaped ever fits it

But I don't stop, I don't sleep

I need proton pump inhibitors (need them, need them)

Pro-pro-proton pump (inhibitors)

Something clinical for something (something)

That burns lower than my heart (than my heart)

And it won't go out

Burn-burn-burn, burn (don't scratch)

Scratch-scratch-scratch, scratch (don't touch)

Is it hunger, is it illness

Is it love with the label gone?

I kept praying for the rain

And the rain was gasoline

The truth is I relight it

Every time it almost dies

'Cause the burning is the last thing

That's entirely mine

Pro-pro-proton pump (nothing)

Scratch-scratch-scratch, scratch (don't touch)

And it won't go out…

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